Every day I go for a walk around the rice fields behind my mother's home. I can walk along the dirt roads that the farmers use to check their crops for miles and miles endlessly around rice fields that are taking root. The pleasure of seeing nature take its course and farmers working steadily with the season. The blackberry vines are growing wildly as they should, and I have spotted and noted the ones I can reach to gather for my mother's blackberry pies.
Sacha pointed out the red wing crow's nest that was brilliantly nestled in the reeds alongside the canal.
As it was surrounded by water it was hard to take a photo and or to see if there were eggs inside.
But Sacha managed to lean in and see that there were three eggs.
From that day last Saturday, I walked the three miles to their nest to see if they had hatched and how they were fairing.
Three little birdies hatched Sunday.
What a pleasure to see them grow each day. They endured some might winds, rain, and unusually cold weather for this time of year.
Yesterday they had little feathers.
They became my symbol of new life, for a new tomorrow.
They made my steps going towards them giddy as I wanted to see their growth.
The disappointment of finding this misfortune today. I had hoped to see them fill out, feather fluff and fly away.
Nature has its ways. Life does too.
Understandable or not.
Unfair and beautiful,
full of richness and misfortune
it carries on and so do we.
Bye bye Blackbird.
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